~ My first poem! In this poem I am comparing two vastly different people by looking at them as houses. This idea came to me one night strolling the peaceful streets of London and admiring the pleasant homes. I thought, "People are a lot like houses" and the idea was born! I hope you enjoy this poem!~
Houses
If you were a house
I suppose you’d be a grand mansion
With countless rooms, all empty at a glimpse
A once glistening chandelier in the great dining hall
Your golden wall paper peeling at the corners
Gloomy beds naked of sheets
The grim stairwell groaning with sickness
Like a gross dying man
Your gruesome windows shattered, your giant doors boarded
People don't come near in fear of your ghosts
If I were a home
I’d be rather small
and overgrown with lilies
I’d have a lovely little porch lit by lanterns
My long walls painted lavender
A plump love seat inside, scented with the perfume of lust
A record player would hum lullabies into the halls
Like the light of angels
Smoke would lift from my chimney
My lonely mailbox remaining empty
